Descent of the Phoenix

"Boom." The glass hall was a collapse, the front hall had completely collapsed, and the apse was crumbling. There were few left pillars supporting the temple, and there was already a ruin.

"Xuanyuan Che." The horrible roar of the heartbreaking lungs, such as the wounded lone wolf, penetrated into the sky and reverberated over the deep palace.

Fitted with a pounce, I don’t want to rush to the ruins of the collapsed glass hall.

"You are crazy." Murong Yi, who rushed over with the reaction, seized the hand of Haoyue and stunned.

In front of it is a raging fire, the glass hall has collapsed, it is not like, if there are people inside, there are people in this situation.

He Xuanyuan is gone, although they have lost a good backing, but as long as the moon is still there, this powerful daughter is still there, then their Murong family will never fall.

Tianchenguo, there is no one who is better than Haoyue.

The red-eyed eyes swept and turned to stare at her Murong Yi.

Murong Yi was a chill in an instant. A fear rose from the back and the hair was straight and vertical. This eyes, heaven, this is not a **** and killing look. This is a wounded, lonely wolf's eyes, so sad, then Crazy, so desperate.

As if at this time anyone would stop her, she would tear everything and tear up all the people and things that stopped her.

Murong Yi let go of a chill and couldn't help but he didn't dare to catch her. He didn't dare.

Jumping up, the blazing flame instantly surrounded the little figure, and a **** red melted into the sky.

They are one and can burn everything.

"Xuanyuan Che." Regardless of the moon that rushed into the sea of ​​fire, madly walking through the flames, constantly screaming, the **** red eye almost dripped.

The flame jumped beside her and burned by her side.

However, it seems that Haoyue did not feel the heat at all, did not feel the danger, and desperately ran towards the center of the flame, desperate.

"Oh." Another corner collapsed, the entire hall of the glazed temple has been a mess, leaving only a few pillars still supporting.

Crazy moving the beam, regardless of the push of the fallen beam.

The tiny fingers have been burnt red by the flames, the hair has been completely curled, the clothes on the body are almost burning, the burnt stench of the skin spreads out, and it is filled with the raging fire, filled in the glass hall.